The laughter had been bad enough, but at least she had been able to talk over it. When the woman went back into her office without even deigning to answer any of Ruby’s questions, though, she could do little more than watch from the doorstep. She still had a gun after all, and Ruby didn’t want to provoke her any more than she’d already did. At least she could take the opportunity to quickly peek at the nameplate on the door again, so she would be able to put a name to the woman. Aizawa Tsuki. Was that in western or eastern order? 

When she looked back into the room Aizawa Tsuki was gulping something presumably alcoholic down straight from the bottle. Ruby stared in shock for a moment, which morphed into embarrassment when the moonchild caught her eye. At least she put the bottle down for a while to talk, and the words were interesting enough for her to try and ignore the next swig out of the bottle.

“You’re a natural seer?” she asked, a slight note of awe in her voice. The priests loved to let people know that they were really good at predicting the future, but Ruby had seen how much preparation, ceremony and, well, guessing were really involved with comparatively basic divinations. And no one she knew would even want to come close to suggesting they could tell how people died. That was the domain of the moon, after all, and not something for mortals to guess at. Well, except for the woman across from her, obviously. 

“That’s…” she paused at the stricken look on Aizawa’s face. This was probably not the time to talk about how amazing she thought her gifts were. 

“That sounds like it could be a bit much for one person,” she instead said softly. The gun was nowhere in sight, so she carefully stepped into the office that seemed to double as apartment. 

“I’m sorry if I startled you, I never meant to. I just… there isn’t really a way to bring new like this gently, I guess,” her voice was low and soothing as she approached the woman as she would a frightened animal. Her powers might not be very… subtle, but other than that caring and soothing came easy to her. As excited as she might be to have discovered her equal, at the moment she only felt for the hurt she was obviously feeling.

“Are you okay? You never told me your name.” She had read it from the door, of course, but right now they needed to have something neutral to talk about.